as my heart splays and threads itself across townI wonder why gravity pulls me hard to broken men – perhaps they remind me of my father,or the broken man inside myselfor because the tools I sharpened to repair myselfache for use I will not give them

I ask the moon, a shining bowl tipped and full and it says: because you are empty because you are too fulland it ducks behind a buildingleaving me quietI imagine an altar covered in needles and ash

the moon adds a parting shot:maybe you should try dating a Taurusor maybe truly well and good no one at allto pour yourself out in different waysto find that verdant field within yourselfthat you are forever seeking out in others

build yourself a rough-hewn house of good strong woodso you have somewhere to turn to when winds blow rough off coursebuild your home up safe from flood, protect yourself from firethough you are made of all most flammable partslearn what you look like in the mirrorand you finally won’t need oneyou will see clearly through the steam

you like the broken because you yearn to enter inbut remember, not all points of entrymust be made of shattered glasssometimes you can simply walk in through the door